The next morning, I came downstairs, all ready for my divorce. Han sheng was sitting there, casually sipping his tea like it was any other day. I walked straight to him and said, "Okay, let's go."
He looked up at me, pretending to be confused. "Go? Where?"
"What? Where? To the divorce office, of course. We agreed to meet at 8 a.m., didn't we? You're really a punctual man, Han Sheng. You seem even more excited about this divorce than I am," I said, sarcasm dripping from my words.
Han Sheng stood up, his face unreadable. "Are you that eager to divorce me?"
"Yes, of course," I replied without hesitation.
"Fine," he said, pausing dramatically. "I'll give you a divorce... but not today."
"What? Not today? What are you saying?" I snapped. "I got up early, spent hours getting ready, put on this beautiful dress, and even ordered a three-tier cake to celebrate. And now it's all going to waste!" I pointed dramatically at the cake sitting on the counter.
Han Sheng followed my gaze, then pointed a single finger at me, frustrated. "You, you..." he muttered, but before he could say more, his phone rang.
After a short conversation, he hung up and looked at me. "I'll give you the divorce," he said, his tone firm, "but not today. After Grandfather's birthday party. If he finds out that we're divorced before then, he'll be heartbroken. After the party, I'll give you what you want."
With that, he grabbed his coat and left for work, leaving me standing there, staring at the wasted cake and wondering how many more games he planned to play.
In Han Sheng's office, his assistant entered, holding a folder. "Mr. Han, you asked me to research what your wife has been doing lately. I've compiled everything," he said, placing the file on the desk.
Han Sheng leaned back in his chair, his face eagerly. "Go on."
The assistant hesitated briefly, then began. "She's been on a bit of a shopping spree, meeting friends, and frequenting bars. But that's not all—she's also been attending interviews at various companies."
"Interviews?" Han Sheng scoffed. "Really? She thinks she can do that? I know her—she's a homebody, someone who's good with chores and small tasks. But stepping into the corporate world? She doesn't have that kind of talent."
Before he could continue, the assistant interjected, "Uh! She got it."
Han Sheng froze. "What? She got it?"
"Yes," the assistant confirmed. "She landed a position as a senior designer at Sheng Group."
For a moment, Han Sheng sat in silence, processing the information. His expression shifted to one of intrigue. "This girl… she's changing. She's not the same as before. Interesting."
He motioned for his assistant to lean closer and whispered something in his ear. The assistant nodded immediately. "Yes, boss. I'll take care of it," he said before leaving the office.
As the door closed, a small, calculating smile played on Han Sheng's lips. "You want to get my attention, right? Okay, I will give you one," he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with amusement.
Since I had a week before starting my new job, I found myself utterly bored. To pass the time, I called Fu Qian and asked him to join me. We ended up chatting about random things and eating the leftover cake from earlier.
While I was savouring a slice, my phone suddenly buzzed. Han Sheng's name flashed on the phone.
I sighed and picked up. "What do you want?"
"Come to the shopping mall at seven tonight," he said shortly.
"For what? I am busy" I said rolling my eyes.
"You want a divorce, don't you? Then come with me. We need to shop for gifts for grandfather," he replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
I sighed, realizing I had no other choice. "Fine, I'll come," I muttered, before hanging up.
Later, when I told Fu Qian about the arrangement, he chuckled and asked, "What's going on?"
"He's making me come along for shopping," I said with a shrug, trying to mask the frustration brewing inside me.
Fu Qian chuckled and teased, "I think Han Sheng is starting to get interested in you."
I smirked and shook my head. "Late emotions are like garbage," I said coldly. "I don't care, just like the devils don't care about redemption."
Later, Han Sheng and I went shopping for a gift for his grandfather. After we found a suitable gift, he insisted on taking me to a boutique to buy me a dress for the birthday party.
He had me try on dress after dress, each time shaking his head and saying, "No, not this one. Next." I sighed as I cycled through what felt like fifteen outfits, his constant rejection grating on my nerves. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he nodded approvingly. "This one. It's good."
I exhaled in relief, glad the ordeal was over. Once the shopping was done, we headed home. Exhausted, I was on my way to my room when Han Sheng called out to me. Turning around, he gave me a small box.
"What's this?" I asked, opening it. To my surprise, it was a stunning diamond necklace. I froze for a moment, then blurted, "It's fake, right?"
Han Sheng frowned. "Fake? Do I look like someone who gives fake?"
"We've been married for three years, Han Sheng. You've never given me anything like this—not even a wedding ring. Are you sure you're not possessed by some ghost?" I asked confused.
He rolled his eyes, muttering, "Fine, fine. Take it if you want."
I smirked, taking the necklace. "Thanks," I said as I headed up the stairs.
Just as I reached the top, he called out, "From now on, I'll buy you more gifts."
I paused, turning back with a tired smirk. "From now on? There is no 'from now on.'" With that, I strode to my room, leaving Han Sheng standing there, his face pale as if realizing something he hadn't before.